Carina's POV -
I finally fell asleep after three a.m. My dreams were dark, as though I could never see what was going on because they were shrouded in a chiaroscuro cloud. I could, however, sense his presence. Damian. He was a force to be reckoned with. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel him. Simultaneously, it was aggravating and tantalizing.
I awoke in a cold sweat in the lonely predawn light, reaching into my nightstand drawer and pulling out a small hand-held bullet. I turned it on and pushed it down between my shaking thighs, allowing the buzzing sensations to sweep through me. I came fast and furiously. My climax left me trembling and exhausted. And once again, in my mind, it was his face.
***
I couldn't believe it when I woke up and saw it was almost 12 pm. I rose up from the bed and saw the food beside me before seeing Vincent at the door.
"I know I must have kept you waiting."
"Till 3."
"I'm sorry. I slept off."